The Illusionist

by Nicole   Feb 4, 2007


No one can see the real me,
though try as they might.
Nor can they see what Ive become,
and so this I write

Ive put up a mirrored illusion,
of a calm and conjured face.
With a smile painted on,
and an unassuming grace.

The pain is hidden behind,
a thousand walls of a hardened soul.
Using hidden messages to relay feelings,
something completely out of ones control .

Denying feelings of lust and sadness,
refusing to reveal what I feel.
For fear of being cast out into the shadows,
denying what is truly real.

I try to tell myself all the time,
that I really do not care.
That she deserves your upmost attention,
Because I will always be there.

But even feelings eventually escape,
and blossom into something real.
So I hope you'll eventually forgive me,
for not telling you how I feel

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